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Autumn begins on September 22nd.
Fun fact: there is a superstition from Scotland that says if a white rose blooms in your garden in the autumn it’s an omen for death.
Every time I turn around, I find another reason to fall in love with Autumn all over again.
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Putting My Feet in the Dirt September Writing Prompt#14 : At the heart of her
At the heart of her is a collection of memories-
sweet kisses, bitter tears, harsh words and kept promises.
At the heart of her
is where her dreams sleep and her nightmares run wild
and her brain tries to tell them all to sleep, let it rest for awhile.
A the heart of her
where songs she learned as a girl and stories she has told as a woman
whisper to each other when she watches the snow fall or the Sunset.
At the heart of her
are the sounds of closing doors, turning locks
a car door slamming shut and driving away
these sounds are louder then all of the rest
and they take up the most room
At the heart of her.
FOWC with Fandango — Din
Words and phrases dulled by constant over use, their flavor lost to the tongue, the sound
of them are an assault upon tired ears, their sole purpose is to attack the human digestive track without mercy.
Separately, collectively on social media or spoken live-
a constant din,
fouling the air more efficiently then any plague or smoke from raging fires could:
What not, what not, what not,
LOL
I know, right? Scroll On. Troll Alert!
New normal, FREEDOMS! Yeah But…
All Lives Matter, Blue Lives Matter,
Second amendment! Second Amendment! Second Amendment!
Literally, On the same page, Awesome Sauce!
A word salad going bad in a bowl in the back of the refrigerator. I want to pretend like it’s not there, waiting for me to clean it out.
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